December 9, 2022
I find it so much easier to write about the dark side of things,
It grabs hold of me at all times of the day and just pushes me to write.
Maybe it's because I live with so much pent up darkness and allowing it to flow on paper loosens it's hold on me.
I think of writing nice things, about the good parts, about the days I'm laughing and smiling,
But for some reason they are harder to write about, my words stuck in my throat.
I struggle to find a rhythm and a sole purpose to take hold of.
My writings reflect this daunting image,
But my life and my being isn't completely dark and void of happiness.
I just haven't found the right words to express during the good moments.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
